incredible imagery there IP
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incredible imagery there IP
Yes, quite nice IP - you should write more of these. I like the fact it is brief, but straight to the point and very rich in imagery as Dramasnot said.
The Harp
Oh beautiful harp play gloriously
From fingers sweet with song
And fall upon my ears like moisture
Silken silvery, and sharp as rain drops
The Concert
Horns blast loud and glorious
Solitary bell rings measured time
Vibrating harp invades my soul
Melody and gladness fill the air!
And pierce like sweet death's first kiss
Sharp arrows of unspeakable passion
Rest softly on my ear alone
For once again time stands still
Safe inside my cozy tomb
The word that sinks by sleave-raised strain
cozens the December rain,
artful trickery heats the mind
while hearts sleep in forgotten rhyme.
Midnight Memory
Western forest moist with autumn mist
Droplets gathering in the rain drenched night
Upon the tent, patterns of ancient trees
Discarded leaves drift like silver snowdrops
Recall me to a time of wonder and strange stillness
Tucked safely away from the wet
In the mindless Western midnight
Janine 2006
well here goes...
Come now friends and follow me
Through the forest of evergreen
Down these cells that none can breach
To sail beyond the endless seas
I played with love
For my destruction
I prayed to god
For my salvation
I went to seek
To lay the blame
I came to see
My own reflection
By the way, hope you all dont mind
The Forest Hut
It was as if anybody
who knew anything
was long dead.
All around him stood the
blank faces
staring ignorance all around.
Their only sin was birth
and their only certainty ...
the tragic fact of existence.
sweetness doth cloy a man to a state of slothful indolence. my antidote i tender thus:
wretched state of man
born to sin,
bred to whine,
be bonny be blithe
for to be stuck
in limbo for a bimbo
is to die in bliss.
Friend Lost
Crinkled letter brown with age
Found within a scattered drawer;
Long since opened, lost to heart,
Forgotten page, remembered words.
Child of country not my own
Played upon imaginings
In a time now lost and gone
In a playground far from now
Claim the past, find a way -
How to search without a clue?
The world so small and yet so large
Answers traped inside my brain
Does this earthy child exist?
Penpals young, who now are grown
Distant country, one tiny name
Neatly bidding me goodbye.
Friends That Fade
Friends are made, some depart.
Some to ponder and recall
I wonder if they think as I,
To that place, no thought of time;
Secrets trusted in the night.
See their footprints vaguely gone,
Soft with shadows, slow to fade.
Vivid memory bids adieu -
Those who turn from tender hearts,
With careless ease, they left behind.
How about, to continue this thread, that I really did like, we post topics for the next person to write a poem on, without any restriction of form. I'll post a topic, and the next person writes a poem and a new topic. What do you think? I always have a hard time writing a poem from nothing, without a prompt of some sort.
Topic: Self-punishment for a transgression.
Il Pen, that might be a good idea for another thread. I kind of like this one being "freeform"and open to ones own imagination and suggestion. I agree that sometimes it is hard to find a topic, but I know I came on here one night when several things occurred to me from personal experiences - one being having just seen a concert. If you want to make a new thread and call it suggested poem or something of the sort, you should do so and start it up. There is the poetry thread with pictures to prompt ideas, as well. You might find that is one to your preference.
That works. I'll start a new thread.